A Crime I Didn't Commit- A story ~PLEASE READ

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LOL J/k
 
Okay, sorry you fans, but i won't be posting the next chapter for awhile.
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I am bunking with my dad for now, and i have no access to a computer. Luckily, I have my smartphone, however the next chapter is longish and it would be very difficult to type the entire chapter on ma smartphone. Again, I apologize, and thank you for reading ma story.

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CHAPTER 8

My whole body begins to quake. My mind comes alive with questions I cannot even make sense of. All of them, I realize, contain the same word at least once.
Home.
I yank and pull at the cords binding me, but my efforts are fruitless. I was trapped in this place.
My heart starts hammering in my chest.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Shut up!" I wail, burying my head in my pillow.
***
Day twenty-six. I think. My world is now revolving around homesickness, sleeping, and starving.
Every three days a woman, caked in black with striking vampyre white skin comes in, inserting a syringe into my arm filled with a smoky, cold black liquid. My skin had taken on the tint of very light gray. Probably from not eating. I tell myself, and give way to dizzying blackness.
***
The woman comes in, inserting an empty syringe into my shoulder. How odd. I think. It's empty.
The syringe is instantly filled with blood.
My blood.
 
CHAPTER 9

I try to yank my arm away, but the nurse only buries her fingernails in my skin and pulls me harder. "Stay where you are!" She hisses, her tounge forked. I scream, but she muffles my cries with a rag. I grow woozy, because I can't breathe. "Ssh..." She slurs, the syringe filled with blood now. I suddenly realize what she is. She's not human.
She's a vampyre.
She retracts the syringe from me, and walks out. I watch her duck behind a wall, and put the syringe to her mouth. My blood disappears, then she puts the syringe into her own arm, being filled with black liquids.
My body begins to quake.
They're killing me.
They're turning me into an undead vampyre.
 

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